Audrey Winslow gazed at Seraphina Quinn's tear-rimmed, red eyes, her own voice seemingly caught in her throat.
Seeing Audrey's reaction, a sense of panic seized Seraphina's heart.
She stared at Audrey urgently, her eyes completely bloodshot. She wanted to ask more, but the pain, combined with her inner turmoil, robbed her of the courage to speak.
She opened her mouth to speak several times, but always ended up slowly closing it again.
She bowed her head, and her long, seaweed-like hair cascaded down, hiding her face and her expression completely.
Though she was bathed in the light, an aura of despair surrounded her, as if she were in Hell. She seemed so fragile she might shatter at the slightest touch, a vulnerability that made even Audrey's heart ache.
Audrey wanted to say something comforting, but she swallowed the words before they could escape her lips.
'It felt like anything I said right now would just be another knife in her heart.'
